5/26/13
a penny drops on the floor
outside the leaves are still
each sound has an outline
the trees stare upward
every offer having been made
the hand does many things
the arm's crook does one
one of us at a time passes another
a game that you can play too
and at the end say I was caught
the stacks of lines mortared
by the long strokes of the pen:
this book like all books
is made by hand as shadows
are made deeper by other shadows